A Nonexistent Memoir

Well, you found it. Congratulations. I guess it exists after all.

dggus:

i talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t choose rude dialogue options in games because i’m scared of hurting a characters feelings

(Source: yorkcarolina, via aphfandoms)

renamok:

darklynoon:

theseraphimwolf:

Serendipity saying it how it is

(Dogma, 1999)

I still can’t believe Kevin Smith wrote this movie considering how awful he is now (and probably always was, but he did have his moments.)

Dogma and Chasing Amy. ♥

(via thisismyoverthemoonface)

We are the girls whose father’s tell us,
“wearing a dress while walking alone
in the city is more dangerous than
driving without a seat belt.”

We are the girls who are taught that
saying sorry after no is our protection
instead of the pocket knife or pepper spray.
Being polite is the only shield we’ll have to offer.

We are the girls who must rid our spaghetti
straps and V-necks on hot days, because simple
minded boys can’t seem to control their
“sexual desires” when seeing bare skin
on the shoulders and back.

We are the girls who are expected to be
smart, but not too smart because we’ll
not be seen as sexy to the male eyes.
“She must have a pretty face behind
that book she’s buried in.”

We are the girls who must add, “please.”
Before asking someone not to touch us,
as if we are asking permission instead
of giving demand.

We are the girls whose principal insists
to look at what we are wearing, “what do
you expect? Boys will be boys.”

i.c. // We are the girls who have been
taught to submit to the man. (via delicatepoetry)

(via astoldbycastiel)

brklynbreed:

The funny thing about introverts is once they feel comfortable with you, they can be the funniest, most enjoyable people to be around. It’s like a secret they feel comfortable sharing with you. Except, the secret is their personality.

(via altairisanovice)

tittily:

my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’

(via small-magical-mean-world)

  • Mom: ' well you need to call them and ask.'
  • Me: I dont think you understand how much i cannot do that.